How
I longed to write a love poem
Truths
of longing and reciprocating guile
To
crack life in the jaw rocketing skyward
To
see the heavens in irises gleaming God’s grace
The
nude tempest of the verboten lairs nesting in volition
To
explore behind the plastic shores of the commercial mire
To
dare love true likes vigilantes amongst the comatose bar denizens
Hocking
the perfumed allure of the now to wade into the eternal
Marked
in a moment to sip upon the chalice of the vulnerable ale
I
am here inside you exposed for love be not the happy lush,
But
the crackling vagabond opened raw knowing there be no escape
A
soul is given shameless in need of the other
For
prick does bleed, for gaze does awaken paradise
The
humble servitude of knowing a heart into a hand to be crushed
Or
cherished like a supernova exploding divine
Exalting
love into the interconnection of ages in presence
How
close the siren’s song does tear the threads of my aspirations
Flittered
like stardust washing away in the crimson tides at her feet
Swaddling
for a mermaid’s tail and glittering into nothingness
Pondering
reality and fantasy into a baleful farce
How
I longed to write a love poem
Escaping
the prismatic labyrinths for a time dreaming upon iterations
Of
the concrete revolutions to see the same wall in seasonal colors
Reminded
of the lessons learned and forgotten
Lamenting
the crest of the waves sweetness wafting in my plucked heart strings
A
lyre to the opera of being eaten alive finger by finger like a starfish
Praying
he does grow back yet again
Thinking
of her stomach acids annihilating me in a stew of a man’s attempt
How
I longed to write a love poem
Vulnerability
in the crux knowing the definition of unrequited love
Is
the release to be destroyed present in one and absent in the other
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